With Donne, whose muse on dromedary trots, <br />Wreathe iron pokers into true-love knots; <br />Rhyme's sturdy cripple, fancy's maze and clue, <br />Wit's forge and fire-blast, meaning's press and screw.<br /><br />Samuel Taylor Coleridge<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-donne-s-poetry-2/
